Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 22:04:21 -0000
From: fittens@live.co.uk
Subject: Bisous D'Ange

Hey Guys, this is my first ever time writing for Nifty, and I'm really
excited about hearing feedback. My email is fittens@live.co.uk, so if you
are willing to spend some time sharing your thought with me, it'd be
greatly appreciated! As you can probably tell from my email, I'm from
England, so the two protagonists of this story are of legal age in the
UK. Year 13 in the final year of "school" in the UK, where one will turn 18
during the year, and afterwards, students either go to university or seek
employment. Anyhow, enjoy the read!


You made my night complete. It had been a difficult day - but it was worth
it. Just to be able to be with you like this night. Just you and I, lying
on this bed, the dim lights on, the sound of the city in the background.

At first, a sole fingertip brushed lightly on the back on my hand, and then
began tracing itself in circles ever so lightly, as if it were a feather
from the most delicate of plumes. I turned to you, and let's go of the
blink I was holding to stare into those piercing verdigris eyes. I could
see exactly who you were now; all my doubts over you, your desires, what
you wanted to be... They all faded away. Drumming your fingers, I raised my
own hand to your face, and brushed the soft bristle on your cheek. You
smiled, not revealing any teeth, but just a calm grin as to show your
contentment. You whispered something that I cared not to acknowledge. I
knew how you felt. Your fingers dipped themselves between me, and a placed
my own hand on your hip, just above your jeans.

You grabbed my hand.

It was the first time anyone had since my mother had helped me cross the
road when I was little. I returned your smile, entranced in those eyes that
were already looking so deep into my soul. I may have quite possibly been
lost in them. I nudged myself over slowly, dragging myself to rest my head
on your shoulder. You tightened your grip. You took your other hand a
wrapped it around my waist - the waist I'd worked so long on to
achieve. Now all my torture and suffering was being paid off.

"I have dreamed about this so long" Cameron said. "Just to hold you like
this, be able to feel your heartbeat despite not having my ear to your
chest, to feel your lungs inhale and exhale in time with mine. I have
dreamed about this so long, made every effort to be with you and inspire
your interest in me, even when it hurt to not be in your presence. I only
wish I could have been with you sooner."

"Cameron, couldn't you tell?" I whispered. "Ever since the beginning of the
October Half-Term when we met, every single breath, every single step I
have taken was just to be with you." A single tear began to run its course
down the side of my face. "It has all been for you, and only you." He
tilted my head up, and went for the kill. Stopping ever so briefly before
he pressed his lips unto mine, we had finally achieved what had taken 5
months, 2 weeks and 3 days to achieve.

We kissed.

At that very moment, all my nervrosity and anxiety just faded away. The
heavy weight that had placed itself above my heart after Jacob had finally
disappeared. I was whole once again. We broke it and just stared into each
others eyes. I placed my hand onto his other shoulder, and rolled over
slightly to face him. My single teardrop descended onto his cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I apologetically whimpered.

"Seb... that is so sweet..." he replied.

I grinned at him. "But what am I supposed to do? I feel so happy right
now. I just want to stay here in your arms for an eternity."

He leaned in for another kiss and I collapsed into him. He parted his lips
and I parted mine. The exchange of his tongue caressed my mouth, giving me
the feeling of what can only be described as a warm chill racing down my
spine. Both his hand moved onto my bum, and I placed my arms around his
neck. We rolled around together on the bed, enjoying this intense moment of
passion as our two bodies jostled on the bed sheets on this cold February
night. Our kisses became more intense, his hands tightened around the
backside of my jeans, I tightened my grip around his neck to bring our
bodies closer together. Together as one. We were in complete unity.

Cameron began lifting up my shirt.

"Cameron, stop." He quickly drew his hands off me. "We need to take our
time."

"But I want to show you how much you mean to me" he quickly, but
whole-heartedly replied.

"Oh Cami... I would just feel, you know... so... uncomfortable. I have
feelings for you, but at the moment, it's just a lusting to be with
you. Love... Love is something that will come eventually, I hope."

He looked at me with a saddened face. It was history that prevented me from
falling in love easily. Before meeting Cameron, I'd have firstly, a rough
time with my best friend, Phil - someone who I thought I could trust, and
secondly two failed romances over the last year. I thought it was something
to do with me. Maybe I was too overbearing? Maybe I was annoying? Neither
of the three would tell me what I had done wrong. 2008 was a terrible year
for me. I had gone from a bubbly, lively, enthusiastic personality to the
human embodiment of a train wreck. And although things were beginning to
path up now, I still carry some of the scars on my heart. My inability to
trust being one of them. I knew that would take time to be removed.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, kissing him square on the cheek.

"It's alright, Seb. I understand."

"It's just, you know, last year was a rough time for me, and it's going to
take some time for me to recover from that. I'll tell you everything that
happened one day... I just... I don't want to ruin the mood now, especially
since I'm with you." Cameron smiled, and kissed me on the lips.

"You can just spend the time we have in my arms. I know you don't want to
hear this now, but what I'm feeling now feels like love, and I'm going to
do whatever makes you feel comfortable, and happy."

"Cami... that's terribly sweet of you." I became slightly teary-eyed. I do
have just one small question though... are we officially boyfriends now?"

Cameron smiled, and nodded his head. He gripped my hand with some
force. This force was the strength in our current relationship. He had to
channel his urges somewhere, and I was glad to see he was doing so with
me. I glanced over to the clock. It was 10.45, on a Wednesday night, that
last day of the February half-term.

"I suppose I best be getting back home now..." I said to Cameron
apologetically.

"Well, if you'd like, you could stay the night here. We still have my
brother's uniform, and his was around your size. I bet you could fit into
them."

"And what about your Mum? She's doesn't even know I'm your Boyfriend! As if
she's going to let me sleep in your bed!"

"Erm actually, I told her I had a boyfriend so I didn't sound like I loser
when I came out to her. Since you're the first boy I've invited round since
then, I think she'd have presumed you were him..."

"You cheeky git!" I shouted, laughing and beating him with a pillow. He
laughed back.

"Well, I suppose I could stay the night. Just let me grab my phone and text
Mama so she knows I'm staying here."

I hopped out of the bed, a little cold from the heat of our session, and
scraped my phone from the table. I had a message from Phil. 'I hope you're
happy.' was all it read. I glanced over at Cameron, who was blatantly
checking out my body; what would soon be his. His eyes glistened in the dim
light. I ignored the message from Phil, not wanting to ruin my evening with
Cameron. I didn't want him worrying about me... yet. I'd tell him tomorrow
morning. I promptly texted my mum, and she replied lightning speed with an
'Okay'. I put my phone it its charger and began to take my jeans off. I
looked over at Cameron again, and I swear his tongue fell out of his
mouth. In fact, a little bulge had risen from under the blanket. I didn't
think I could that to people! I'd previously been the complete opposite of
a paper bag job. I always had had a good face, but at 3 stone overweight at
the start of the year, my body made courting difficult. As I removed my
jeans to expose my tight New Look boxers, and just before I took off my
t-shirt, I could see Cameron admiring my legs. It was at this point I got a
little nervous. My legs hadn't suffered the consequences of being
overweight, but my stomach had. I had a bit of excess skin around my tummy,
and in all honesty, I was very self-conscious about it. I spoke with Mama
about it, and she said it would go in time as my skin adjusted itself to my
new weight, but I was still worried about it. Cameron might like what he
sees with my shirt on, but what about with it off?

"Hey Cam, can I borrow a shirt, I like having a really big one to sleep
in."

"Of course, they're just in the drawer over there." I went over to the
cabinet, bending over so Cam could admire my bum, and picked a large white
Haus if Gaga shirt. I quickly removed my current shirt, and put the new one
on, my back still turned to him.

"Oh Sébastien... I'm going to love kissing your back when we get a bit more
intimate, and I just can't wait to see the front!" he hollered across the
room. I gulped, but I had to hide my fear, for him. I turned around
quickly, and waved my hands in the air revealing my choice of t-shirt.

"Ta-Dahhh!" I said, smiling.

"Ah, Lady Gaga fan too, eh?" He grinned.

"Of course." I jumped back onto the bed, and kissed him briefly on the
lips. "Here's to writing our own Bad Romance." He kissed me back, switched
off the table lamps and we snuggled together. As I lay there in his arms I
thought to myself. 'Three weeks... after three weeks I'll give myself to
him, that's enough time for him to prove that his feeling are real, and
short enough for him not to think he's never going to get with me. My god,
I so want to make love to him right now, but I can't. It would ruin it. Of
course though, I'd jack him off and give him head, but he'll have to earn
these first!' I subtly smiled, placed my ear on his chest and wrapped my
arm around him, and began drifting off to sleep. The faint sound of his
heartbeat drumming into my ear. It'd been a long day, but one that had
certainly inspired a promising future.

The alarm clock rang early the next morning. I was already awake, listening
to Cameron's chest rise and expand, and watching the piercing yellow glow
of light fill his room as the sun began to loom over the horizon. I turned
off the alarm, and decided to get prepared first; I wanted my boyfriend to
get a few extra minutes sleep so he was energized for school today. I
clambered out the bed, grab his towel on the rail and headed for the
bathroom opposite. I went about my business, boring his straightners to
make sure my hair was just perfect for Cami. I'd always been complimented
on my hair. People would often say how soft it was, or how the shade of
brown complimented my grey eyes.

I came out of the bathroom in Cameron's towel and went back into the
bedroom. I looked over at Cam, all crumpled up in the asleep. He looked
like he's been looking for me in his dreams. While he was still asleep, I
decided to get changed. I pulled my boxers back on (I was fortunate in that
I didn't have a hygiene problem at all. In fact, the only time I would wear
deodorant was during the summer when it was hot) and rummaged through his
cabinet looking for his brother's old clothes. 5 minutes later, fully
changed, I decided to wake up my sleeping beauty. I hopped back into the
bed and kissed him on the lips. He twitched slightly and then without haste
opened his eyes. I was staring straight into those murky emeralds, and I
was once again, I was entranced.

"Good Morning, Boyfriend." He said, in a low, husky morning voice.

"You have the most gorgeous bedroom eyes I have ever seen." I said with a
blush. "I could just stare into them for hours."

"You obviously haven't seen your own! That steel grey, they're... they're
just... mind blowing."

I blushed again, a planted one right on his cheek.

"It's time to get up though; I'm already washed, so it's all yours."

"You used my towel?!" Cameron ejaculated.

"Well... I thought you wouldn't mind..."

"Oh no! I will lavish it as if it were a child!"

"Quit it!" I said, punching him on the arm.

"Ow!" It seemed like I'd actually hurt him. He looked at me with water
swelling up in his eyes.

"Oh Cameron, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! You know I'd never want
to cause you any harm..."

I kissed my hand and rubbed it. He seemed content again. "Anyway, you
better get up. I can't be late this morning. I need to be in a French Mock
first thing."

"We could practice some French here..." moving towards my mouth and parting
my lips with his tongue. My heart began racing. His tongue circled my
mouth, just lightly brushing the roof, sending a pulse of heat through my
body. I couldn't believe it, but this kiss was better than the first. We
wrapped his arms around me tight engulfing my whole body into this warm
mass that was set to be the love of my life. After what felt like an
eternity, but was more like a minute or two. I tried to break the kiss, but
Cameron moved his head with mine, parted, and began kissing down my face,
my neck, and my shoulders. I have never felt so hot in all my life. It was
becoming intensely difficult to fight the urges that my body felt. I wanted
him inside me now - but I knew I couldn't. I didn't want this to be a one
night stand, and I wanted him to respect me. Finally, he returned to my
mouth and then broke off.

"I kinda have to get ready, don't I?" he stated with a gleam in his eye.

He got up. And ran to shower. I sat there in his bed; inhaled his scent
that was embedded into his sheets. It was a boyish smell, nothing
unenticing, but it was the smell of masculinity. A smell I would now crave
for every moment I am with Cameron. My God, I am letting myself get too
head-over-heels for him. I must remember that this may not work out. I need
to slow it down... well not that much... I mean, if I take it too slow, he
won't be interested in me anymore, and want someone who can give their
whole heart immediately. I mean, there's countless girls who would do that
for Cam. He's almost a god! Maybe I shouldn't make him wait 3 weeks. 2... 2
will be enough.

~ Cameron ~

As I turned the tap on, the cold water braised my skin like bleach. The
little tossrag used up all the hot water! But I would let him off, cuz' I
loved him. I'd loved him for so long. This burning lust I'd felt for him
still continued since the first time I set eyes on him in Year 12. When he
was still fat and I still had long hair! That seems so distant now; it's as
if I have been waiting decades, not months. God I wish he was in the shower
with me. I just want to make love to him so badly, to explore that fabulous
body. Seb's legs were amazing, and that bit just above him bum what
beckoning for me to kiss it. I can't wait anymore; I need him now!

I quickly turned off the taps and rushed out of the room. I eyed up my
prince; he just glared back at me. I was completely naked, and breathing
heaving from the quick burst of run. Seb just blushed.

"Oh, I laid your uniform out on the toilet." he mumbled.

I wasn't going to get anywhere today. But Soon. Soon. We would.